Darkness swallowed Miles as he plummeted, the ruined structure collapsing above him in a storm of shattered stone and twisted metal. Wind rushed past his ears, his limbs flailing against gravity as his stomach lurched. For a split second, he felt weightless, adrift in the void.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shi-"
Then, he hit something.
Hard.
The impact drove the air from his lungs. He tumbled across jagged debris, rolling uncontrollably before slamming into a pillar with a sickening crack. Stars exploded behind his eyelids, and pain seared through his ribs. His scythe clattered somewhere into the dark, immediately dismissing itself in a storm of black sparks.
Everything went dark, and after a while, Miles woke up with a startle, but everything around him was silent.
No Revenant, No Kurt. Just him, pain, and stillness.
Miles coughed, tasting iron. Every part of his body ached, but he was alive.
Barely.
